Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1887-11-19
LRNGG
Opened the Portals OF Eternity With
His Own Hand.

ftiS own HAND.
ANOTHER ACCOUNT OF HIS 81 ~ DISTINCTION,
C~AIcAao, Nov. 10.-Louis LIpgg, the an
%archist, will never speak again. Quick, awful
as was ever an act Of his Creator, the voice
that cried "Hoche Die Anarchie" YVES turned
to silence forever.
What seemed q mufied, horrible echo Of
the fearful, bomb at Hsymsrket cane sud.
denly in his lonely cell this morning. That
instant the mans face, which, b~lyIng his
Aendlike deeds, had seemed as beautiful rs an
a~rchangefs, was made q revolving mass of
blood and shre!s o. tangled flesh. Louis
Ltngg was triumphant. Despite all human
Efforts, he had effaced from even his counse-
nance ey very trace OF Gods image.
For Q single instant, with back against the
bars OF Linng's cell door, the stalwArt guard
stood stupened, while q pun OF blue snokc
from the dark recess behind, unnoticed,
crossed mis- shoulder. Then ensued the Wild
rush OF deputies, the Changing of iron gates,
and above the confusion and din, the hoarse
shouting OF a guard: SITS Lingg, is's Ltngg;
that came from Lingg."
A rapid, cautious movement Ly the turn
key flung the cell door open, and with an
eager peer into the shadows two excited dep.
uties jumped pel-mell In. Tt cir a ulations
OF horror brought other guards quickly with
la tno cell. An age Of agony and suspense
was passed by the jail inmates In the cells
above and around. There was q shut N ing Of
feet on the stone floor, and then y hundred OF
strained ceyes, watching down through the
iron netting and bars, saw a group Of guards
in shirt sleeves struggling across the dimly
lighted area, bearing by the legs and arms the
body OF a man between them. The upturned
face was n huge clot of blood, but the turn
key, who supported the head, had his fingers
wound tightly into the Enthusiastically brown
curing ringlets OF the bomb maker, Louis
Lingg.
The big key OF Jailer FolE. grating In the
main loei, interrupted for q moment the
sound Of the pattering blood on the white
3tone pavement. There was a creaking Of
rusty hinges, and snarc hists aud common
jail birds had gazed their last on Louis Lingg.
A few steps brought the huddled-up cortege
to the bathroom Of the jail, a stuffy little
apartment scarcely ten feet square. Lipgg
was dumped on the floor with scant tender.
ness by the men who have been daily half
ex pccting to meet their death at his hands.
To all appearances the anarchist was etsrk
dead. His 1.-the, athletic form was clothed
only in q short TUNE, and the brawny limbs
seemed rigid. A email pool Of sore W 20 soon
floating the brown curls surmounting the
broad shoulders, aad one glance showed COW
Lingg had striven with dynamite 10 blow IF
his own head. The entire lower nalf OF the
once handsome face was gore, including the
upper Zip and jaw, ard tue under I sction of
the nose. Wo,re IL hat been WA IA iasged,
bloody gap, exteLeigF Acr, IS 81 me cara and
down TO the AGan's apple.
"Open your eyes, Lirgg," exc ,ir'ed The
jail doctor who had just reached ,bc rom.
To the establishment ofo the bystanders
Lingg's eyes opened and looked calmly about
him. He was Immediately raised TO . table
hurriedly. White cloth bandages were passed
around the lower part of his face and around
the top OF his head, hiding all but the nose,
eyes and forehead, all the loose, dangling
bones and desh being cut away. The nrst
gnttspercha mouth of q fountain syringe was
In the great hole left by the dyna-
mite. By this method water and brandy were
administered. This was reps acod at intervals,
Llngg meanwhile gazing steadfastly about
him, watching every movement Of these In
the room, but apparently Indifferent to what
they did and caring nothing about the almost
slamming Of the door only q few
feet distant. Every now and then without
low grooming would sound through the band
ages. The listeners aghast would abandon
the room only to give p ace to new set not
yet weakened by the horrors Of tho death
chamber.
Ltugg moved his long sinewy right arm
easily-bis left hand was torn by the dynam-
ite-and without trouble wrote In German
simple directions as TO raising him higher and
lower. Beyond the glance Of recognition to
Capt. Black, who came into the room and
said, "Poor fellow" there was nothing to
break the horrible agon, Of six mortal hours
wait for deaths approach. Rev. DR.. Bolton,
the Methodist minister attending Fielden,
went In but GOT no answering look from
Lingg. The minister came out shaking his
head.
Lingg's breathing gradually bteAme slower.
The pallor on the forehead deep.Dei. A slight
glaze was noticed IN the low supken eyes.
Some one said He isdying," and the reporters
inside ready for u rush to the nearest tele-
phones. LirPg's Dig breast hesved once and
was still. His eyes looked straight ahead
with something of their old brightness, but
at a whisper from the doctor the reporters
dashed to the telephones, falling over enc an
other down the narrow stairway IN their ef.
forts to tell the news trst. While the report
ers were tumtl ng and running the octor
raised Lingg's right arm. 1t fell back on the
table limp. An attendants right and left
forefDgers were laid on Llngg's forehead and
pushed the eyelids shut La a moment the
little room was empty Of all but the CHASTITY
corpse of bomb-maker Louis LingS.
Preparing for Rioters.
OMAHA, Nov. 9 "A special train Of seven
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